Golden Glade kinpaku

"the eyes of a weasel," pharaoh commented glibly. yet he hesitated, spurring her with a condescending look. "i went outside the strath to pamper the loins of royalty," he said with a full and eager interest to see satsu blush, turn away as she had before.
brothers. a mother who did not mean for her to be their equal. she had understood his teases about kynareth well enough, but had no measuring-stick for his sated faced and bed-tossed pelt.
"their blessings come in more than one form, shabti-woman," he intoned, with what would have been seriousness had not the amusement curved up the corners of his mouth.